To The Sub-Prior Comments

Vainly, Sir Prior, wouldst thou bar me my right! Like the star when it shoots, I can dart through the night; I can dance on the torrent and ride on the air, And travel the world with the bonny night-mare. A great poem. tony

Men of good are bold as sackless Men of rude are wild and reckless, Lie thou still In the nook of the hill. For those be before thee that wish thee ill. great....